The moment his focus wavered and his gaze drifted, a cold glint flashed in Sue Lawrence's eyes. Her tone turned sharp. "I gave you the food. Now, it's time for the exchange."
Almost simultaneously, Silas Hawthorne shot forward like an arrow released from its bow!
He gave Blade no time to react, his figure moving faster than the eye could follow.
In the very second that Sue Lawrence's words and promises had completely stolen Blade's attention, Silas Hawthorne was already on him.
'Too late!'
Blade's pupils contracted. Realizing he'd been tricked, he lunged to press the detonator!
However, it was too late.
The military dagger in Silas Hawthorne's hand flashed with cold light as he stabbed forward—precise, vicious, and decisive.
No fancy moves, just the absolute power of a one-hit kill.
The dagger pierced Blade's wrist, the one holding the detonator. As blood sprayed, Silas Hawthorne's other hand clamped around Blade's neck like an iron pincer and gave a slight twist.
